Friday Fictioneersis hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
This week’s photo is by Dawn M. Miller, a superior writer and, indeed, a superior lady.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on this picture, below.

We were born on the same day.
He in a private clinic, me in a grubby back room.
While still children, we travelled often.
He in luxury to exotic locations, me from one foster home to the next.
We went away to school.
He to an ancient and expensive seat of learning, me to a government-approved institution.
We made our way in the world.
His name opened doors, my handgun opened wallets.
Our lives ended on the same day.
His when he was stabbed through the heart, mine when they caught me, bloody knife in hand, taking his wallet.

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About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere.
His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success.
He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.

So. I have to admit. That I don’t usually listen to your posts. I like reading. But this one. Your reading of it was so skillful (and, I liked the accent because I’m a silly amurcan). I liked that their lives were indirectly entwined even to the end. Well done!